I voted for a new president today, Mr. Joe Biden.
I send a hug out to any of you who are struggling with anything, but specifically, since today is my early voting Election Day and politics are somehow even more on this mind than usual, I send comfort and hope to you who are dismayed by the new balance on the Supreme Court. Stay strong... or feel weak, whichever. I will love you either way. Every emotion is understandable nowadays.
In such times, I think of that little kid I saw in Sequoia National Park, passing by with his mother. I had just visited the largest living tree on the magic spinning ball which floats in infinite finite space, or something like that, breathing all this oxygen into the air and inhaling all the carbon dioxide to keep life alive. The tree couldn't always help others and be so strong. It took years of growth. Once, that tree was just as small as that little boy walking by with his curious message:
"We've got to find the mystery house. It has two yellow triangles for ears, and a long tail," he said, while his mom gave me an apologetic shrug. I'm not sure why he decided he should tell me, a passing stranger, about his quest. I suppose it's the urge to share something important that pushes every storyteller, no matter how old they are.
Do we need more patience, or bravery, or something else, what when where how why?
And now I remember when that wise little creature turned around again and shouted back to me:
"Don't worry. We're going to figure this thing out!"
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